When Amelia Adams tells everyone my days as Chicago’s
quarterback are over, I vow never to give her another minute of my time—until
the team owner sees an empty stadium, and forces us together on a reality show
in hopes of filling the seats.

When Bryce Luck becomes my assignment, I swear his brown
eyes and dimpled smile won’t make my knees weak—that I’ll keep a professional
boundary. But I can’t fight this attraction, especially when he whispers sweet
nothings in my ear and promises to do a million dirty things to me when the
cameras stop rolling.

When the
show is over, and the game’s been played, will our love become a reality? Or
are we just out of luck?

Excerpt

“Let’s open the first message with an attachment.” I let the cursor
hover and take a deep breath. “Wait, are you sure seeing dic pics isn’t like
offensive to you? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“I’ve been
attached to one all my life,” Bryce says, shooting me a
you’ve-got-to-be-kidding stare. “What about you? Feel awkward having a guy
looking at dicks with you?”

“Nah. Seen one,
seen them all.”

I might sound
confident, but I have no clue what kind of crazy will pop up. Clicking on the first
message, a fully erect penis fills my screen—or, at least, the best it can.
He’s a little on the small side, the poor guy. I wonder if he has no clue
either. I’d never send this pic without some major photoshopping.

“Jesus!” Bryce
exclaims, and I right click to save it before exiting. “What are you doing?
Keeping them?” Bryce’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“I have a special
place for all my boys.” I pull up a folder marked “Stroke Me.”

“Stroke me?”
Bryce asks, his brows knitted together.

“Isn’t that what
they want from me?” His eyes light up with understanding and he nods as a grin
spreads over his face. “But my sub-folders are even better.”

“Now I have that
“Stroke Me” song playing in my head,” Bryce laughs. “What did you name them?”

“I have five.
Leans Left, Runs Right, Grower, Shower, and King-Kong. I bet you can guess what
the last one means.” I waggle my brows, and he can’t stop laughing. Seriously,
he had tears forming in his eyes.

“Compared to
other pics, this guy seems a bit below average in size.” I move the pic to the
sub-folder labeled “Grower”.

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Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of
Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first
and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate
career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she's
planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing.